| Oh, what tangled sheets we wove
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| Open the oven door, heat from the stove
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| Fills the kitchen
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| Standing barefoot I listen
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| The lady upstairs fills the bath
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| Mmmmmmmhmmm
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| You left earlier on your own
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| Turn the hot water, hear the piping groan
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| And the pilot strike the wheels of your bike
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| Left lines in the frost on the path
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| Lines in the frost on the path
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| See my breath, can’t feel my ears
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| See my breath, can’t feel my ears
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| Seems like it’s been cold for years
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| In here
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| Cold feet at the sink, grey daydream
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| Water boils, the kettle screams steam
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| And the windows haze up
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| Milk storms in a teacup
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| The morning routine is relieving
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| Mmmmmmmhmmm
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| You always leave the warmest scent
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| You whispered and kissed me before you went
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| Something I didn’t catch, just your key in the latch
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| And I only like that in the evening
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| I only like that in the evening
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| See my breath, can’t feel my ears
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| See my breath, can’t feel my ears
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| Seems like it’s been cold for years
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| In here |